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My father always used to say you ought to wear a shine To show the people what you're paid and what's your proper line So upon me face I wear this little bit of fur Because I am a sideboard manufacturer When they see me sideboards when I'm walking out Dogs begin to bark and people all begin to shout, Samuel Duff, with your little bit of fluff You're like a sandwich Samuel Your face looks just like a little bit of ham Right in the middle of your sideboards, Sam Samuel Duff, you're no muff The people know you're wide Oh it's not your curls that tickle all the girls It's the little bits of hair each side It's the little bits of hair each side It's the little bits of hair each side Oh it's not your curls that tickle all the girls Little bits of hair each side The butchers like to see me walking up and down the street Because I whacks the flies away from off their bits of meat All around our way the people start to give me hints There's not a window cleaner seen there ever since When the people see me walk along each day Cleaning all the windows with me whiskers, they all say Now once around our neighbourhood a little circus came The bearded lady with it had to run away for shame Her hair it started sizzling and I began to grin She was like a hedgehog round about the chin People started screaming Sammy you are hot When I said to her I bet I've got the finest lot. |
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| Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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